What's My Wrong

Eps. 05

I drove the car slowly, there was no shadow of where to take my children, to the parents' house was clearly impossible.

“Mother, we pick up Daddy first,” said Bayu accompanied by a nod of agreement from his sister.

“Dad did work brother, this time we vacation three just first. Will you follow, baby?”

“Where are we going?”

“Kak Bayu happy holidays where?”

“Mmmm, Bayu want to!” he cried with enthusiastic face, both hands clapped and eyes sparkling with pleasure, all his behavior followed by a mere puppet sister, looks funny in my eyes, at once.

“Before we eat first yuk.”

“Hoyeeeeee!” exclaim Tasya joy, indeed the treasury of his words is just that, calling the mother was not fluent, sometimes 'Nda'.

We entered a restaurant serving seafood, I let the boys choose their favorite foods, and as usual my part was to finish the rest of their meals. I eat as a routine just so as not to get sick and still have energy on my run.

I have heard a study that a wife who leaves the house during a fight is an act of sin and cursed by God, but how else, he said, maybe it will be worse if there is one roof with Mas Raka with all his mistakes that I don't think I will be able to forgive.

The woman was pregnant, my body was shivering with anger, as badly as Mas Raka had betrayed me all this time. On the basis of what's more I have to defend my household, his mistake is unforgivable. Maybe that makes me heavy just because of our children and still confused how to explain to Mom and Dad.

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I broke my tired body, pretty tired of everything. After a long day of wandering around it is unclear I finally brought the children to Bintan Galesong Beach, following Bayu's will.

I'm not a typical woman who splits matters everywhere but this time my defense is broken, I need a friend at least for venting, otherwise it might go crazy with everything. and the only thing I think about right now is Kayla, my friend from college.

[Where else?]

[Eh Beautiful tumben-tumbenan call first usually also cuek duck super busy]

[Sorry Kay, where are you? Urgent!]

[Where else is home?]

[Which house? Power or Maros?]

[Maros, it's rare to go to Daya, my husband almost never has free time every day overtime.What's up, man?]

[Can you meet? I have Kay's problem.]

[What problem?!]

[Later I'll tell you, which is clear we have to see you tomorrow]

[Okay, I'm going to Makassar tomorrow?]

[Don't just try, you have to come whatever the situation is.]

[What problem? Sounds very important.]

[It doesn't just matter, between my life and my death]

[Ish, just be curious. Yes, tomorrow wait at Nipah Mall, it has not been mall-mall for a long time]

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“Badness the Raka!!” Kayla crashing the table made the attention of cafe visitors had turned to see us with a look of wonder.

“Sst, Kay control. People look at us" I said trying to dampen his emotions.

“No way, now let's meet that brash guy, all with that actor!!” he said as he stood with a red face, I grabbed his arm and forced him back to his seat.

“Kay!!”

“Can't be this beautiful, how are you so weak to be a person?!” he said in a high tone, making (again) some people turn their eyes to us with disturbed mimicry.

“Yes that's not it either, I just don't want to see—“

“Neas not wanting to fight? So?!!”

“Yes! First I don't want to waste my energy tearing and getting angry at them even though I honestly really want to. Second, I have resigned Kay, want to be angry can not change the reality that has happened. That woman is pregnant, and my husband is responsible." I explain at length.

“Jdi now how do you want? Silence to see their behavior? Just delicious!! they've trampled you know?”

“Eating it ..., now I'm confused as to how. Even to talk to Mas Raka feels unable to. I want to split up but like kids, they're too small to understand. And anyway they still need the figure of Father.”

“Beautiful, how can you get a problem gini weird, hiks ..” hugged my body while shedding tears, as powerful as my sad control. I don't want to be a spectacle for people.

“Ssttt, already. I don't want to cry Kay, just want to ask for input on how to go ahead.” I pat her shoulders trying to calm her down, so wonder what exactly her husband cheated on who the hell? Ck!

After being satisfied crying held onto my shoulder and staring with serious eyes.

“Come meet the woman.”

“For what??”

“Just meet now, I want to make sure something.”

“How are the kids? I don't want the children to meet his father there” I said as I turned my eyes to the children's playground on the left side of the cafe, appearing Tasya my daughter waved her hand and laughed cheerfully.

“Titip aja at my mother's house,”

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Plaque!!!

A loud slap landed onto the woman's left cheek, leaving her wide in shock.

“Hei!! There ap---“

Plaque!!!

This time his right cheek was targeted, leaving a red hue there.

“Kay!!!” I tried to hold both hands but the power was stronger.

“Basic bitch!!! **cur!!! Can't get a single guy from you!!” With Sari's curl hair making the woman bounce off her body, Kay chased and threw the bag she was holding right into the woman's head.

I hugged Kayla who was blindly emotional, trying to calm me down so I wouldn't go any further.

“Kayla!! Conscious Kay!!!”

“Can't! Pe**cur it should I teach you a lesson!” he tried to escape.

“Kayla!!!” I screamed as I could, leaving Kayla stunned.

There it appears Sari trying to stand still with a pale face, trying to gather awareness of the events of the few seconds that just happened.

“I'll report you with a mistreatment swoop.” he said threateningly as he held his right forehead that looked scuffed and bleeding at the corner of Kayla's bag.

“Heh! Just try it if you dare, I will make you regret your whole life!” Kayla challenged while pointing her index finger right into Sari's eyes, still with a breath of sting due to being ignited by emotions.

“You huh?? Destroying my best friend's household, you are a woman! You don't deserve that, you have a conscience, do you?!”

“Ask to Mas Raka-”

“Halah, all actors are the same, pretending to be victims, since the beginning you know that Si Raka has a bini?! Why would you want to? You're not doing it?! Can't get a single guy?!”

“Sstt, Kay already ... shy around people.” I said as I glanced at the door.

It appears that some of Sari's employees were whispering to each other trying to digest the commotion that had just happened. I feel so ashamed, however many of them know me. I saw there were several ex employees of my husband, apparently only his name and business field were changed, the people were still the same, only a few more and of course including the woman who seized my husband.

“Kay, already ..., let's go home. Shame Kay!!” I picked up Kayla's bag from the floor and then I pulled my best friend's hand and tried to get her out of the room, she followed my steps but her eyes were still on the woman, there was a glare of hatred there.

“Kay, are you really shy?” my protest as soon as we arrived at the parking lot.

“Thy-shy? I even want to make a bigger furore, let me know the taste. Their behavior is much more embarrassing Ndah!”

“But not Kay.” either

“I wonder even with you, why are you weak so face them. Even run away from home, hurt yourself.” Mouth throbbing.

“It's not weak, I just control myself Kay, and it's not easy. Sick know not?!” I pressed my chest, there was tightness there.

“Now I don't know where to go, I can't feel like coming home. I need peace of mind to think about what steps I should take, I have secured the remaining treasures of important letters I brought and, in case I have to part with Mas Raka, I have to secure the remaining treasures, he is not entitled to everything according to the pre-wedding agreement we agreed to from the beginning.”

“Pre-wedding agreement?” Kayla turned her face and asked in a probing tone.

“Yes, as you know my Father and Father-in-law gave us capital as a wedding gift, at that time you proposed that we make a pre-wedding agreement, you know, if at any time we have to split up anyone who made a mistake that led to the breakup will not get the treasure gono-gini.” I breathe heavily.

“At that time me and Mas Raka just laughed at the proposal of the Father, we signed the agreement solely because he appreciated him, never thought that the letter would be useful in the future.”

“Kay, no matter what your current marriage, stay alert. Not that you have to be suspicious too, but at least always open, do not be too trusting, at all times a husband's check. At least if there are strange things that can still be prevented before further things happen. Look at me now, so trusting with Mas Raka, even though I want to maintain my household I think it is impossible, I don't know...”

“For while you stay at home in Daya aja first, there will be empty, only I visit occasionally if you want to clean,”

“Where is your husband? You must ask permission first,”

“Pastinya no problem, you do not know Bang Akri aja.”

“Hmmm, okay. Thanks yes Kay.”

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“Bun, why are we going to this house anyway? Bayu wants to go home to Daddy,” whine Bayu with a pleading face.

“Nak, Dad went outside the area first for a long time. For a while we lived here first, baby?” I tried to give the best excuse I could, no matter when.

“Kok Dad does not call, usually Dad calls. Bayu want to call Dad.” This time his whimper turned into a cry, unruffled incising even more profound sadness in my heart.

“There is no signal dear, patient Bayu huh? Ntar if there is a signal, I will call us ..”

I secretly rubbed tears that fell on the cheek, hoping Bayu did not see quickly I shrouded and I turned his body to hug the roll and face the wall of the room.

“Check wood huh Son? Hopefully tomorrow Dad dapst signal.” I kissed the tubers and said good night.

Tonight is the second night I leave Mas Raka and I have not found a way out what I have to take, it feels like all leaving pain. If we are united what about the woman, as evil as she is, I cannot let her give birth without a husband, but if I leave Mas Raka what about my own children? Should they grow up without a father figure?.

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